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[jarofalicesgrunge777]

Rare of James Hetfield - Metallica In Rio Circa 1989.

[wizard-on-whales]

I just got woken up from a dream where I was getting absolutely DEMOLISHED by James and now my day is going to be ruined since it was interrupted 😒

Okay maybe not because I don't think it's leaving my head for a while ✨😍✨✨

Don't even ask me to try to explain this part but we were like full on fighting over the One Ring of power because I had it and he wanted it. He had me pinned down and got it from me and stuck it on and disappeared and literally WHILE he was invisible bro ripped my clothes off and just started going absolutely ham. I'm talking full on trapped under him as he's jackhammering his hips as fast as he could. And invisible...until I started begging him to take the ring off so I could see him. He did 🤤 and he was all intense and sweaty, and clearly on a mission.

I was gripping those biceps HARD. I thought he was about to send me to hell with just his dick oh my 😫

He was literally looking down at me like this💦💦

Good morning to me I guess 😍🙏😋

[unpunishabledilf]

you know you can’t find love when all the men you go for are either older than you or dead.

[bandaids-not-groupies]

I found this pic on Pinterest and I’m FOAMING AT THE MOUTH 😮‍💨

[villainsapologist]

The motivation to write slipping through my fingers

[metallicames]

You think you can do James hetfield htsd HeadCanons (if you do them) there can be nsfw to if you can want. And I love your story they make me giggle and kick my feet!!! Ahhh!! You make me be more obsessed with Jamie. Hehehe keep doing this!!! Ahhhnn I love you babes!!!

Thank u ❤️ this is my first HeadCanons so please have mercy

SFW

In 2016 James has found a balance between his public and private life.

On stage, he's still the towering, untouchable frontman of Metallica but when he's with you, he truly lets go. You’re his safe haven, the person he doesn’t have to pretend with—no need to fake strength or anger. He shares his deepest thoughts, the doubts and insecurities that still brush up against him, despite everything. He sees you as his balance, his support. He may not say it often in words, but he shows it in every gesture, in every look he gives you.

He loves sharing his passion for music with you—taking you to some concert, holding you close in the crowd under the stage lights.

He doesn’t need big events to be happy. Even with little time, he manages to plan simple yet meaningful dates—like a dinner he’s cooked himself or a spontaneous day trip.

And then there are those moments just for the two of you, far from everything: him sitting with his guitar in hand, you next to him on the couch, the crackling of the fireplace in the background. In those full silences, James finds a rare kind of peace.

From his lips often come sweet words like “baby girl,” “sweetie,” “honey,” or “my angel.” Sometimes he says them with a tender smile, other times as a whisper in your ear with a devilish grin—especially when you’re surrounded by people, just to tease you. He loves to tease.

James needs physical touch like he needs air. When you're together, he always has a hand on you—on your thigh on your waist or holding your hand whit his strong fingers.

When he notices your bare back, highlighted by that one elegant dress that drives him crazy, he can’t resist: he slowly runs his fingers along your spine with the lightest, most intentional touch, sending shivers down your body while he keeps talking to the others at the table as if nothing’s happening. Feeling your breath change because of his touch always drives him wild.

At home, James transforms. As soon as he gets back from the studio or stops tinkering in the garage with his cars, he looks for you. He hugs you from behind, lifts you just to hear you laugh, and showers you with kisses—on your neck, your cheeks, your hands. He’s a “big cuddly bear,” like you often tease him.

Despite having found a much more stable balance there’s a part of James that hasn’t changed: the one that snaps when he feels threatened—or worse, when someone disrespects the person he loves. And this is often a source of conflict between you two: his jealousy, his difficulty in holding back and not giving in to instinct, and his constant fear of abandonment, which becomes especially strong when you go out with friends or are away from him for a few days.

He may seem calm for a moment, maybe with an impassive expression while someone makes an inappropriate comment about you. But those who know him well can see the transformation happening inside. The smile disappears. His gaze turns to ice. His jaw tightens. And his posture shifts—becoming stiff, imposing, intimidating.

NSFW

In this era, like in all eras, James is always ready to fuck you—no matter how tired he might be. If you tease him by sending photos of yourself in lingerie or nudes, you can be sure that when he gets home, you’ll be put in every position possible, and you'll probably end up banging in every room of the house until you're both utterly exhausted.

Sometimes he's the one who teases you: he sends yoy photos while he's in the recording studio with the others. He takes is a picture showing the bulge of his erection through his tight jeans while he's sitting with his legs open, captioned "I've been thinking about you all day," to get you all worked up.

I firmly believe that James is madly in love with eye contact, both in everyday situations—like parties or dinners with friends—and in intimate moments, he can’t get enough of watching your face as he pushes his cock into you. The way you whine as he guides your hips down. He is mesmerized by the way you moan, the way your eyes rolls back and how your body reacts to his touch.

And of course he can’t tear his eyes away from where his cock’s stretching you open, slick and perfect around him. Every thrust makes him groan low in his throat, filthy and desperate. “Fuck, look at this pussy,” he growls, voice ragged. “Gripping me like it was made for my cock. You take it so fucking good, baby — fuck, you love this, don’t you? I could watch this all night.”

Sometimes he wrecks you senseless against the wall, lifting you up with his hands gripping your ass tight, sliding you down onto his hard cock, thrusting deep inside you until you lose your mind, until you're both sweaty, panting, and completely wrecked with pleasure.

In this era, he fucks you both hard and slow, dominates you with his big body (because yes in this period he was beefy) and with his gestures, choking and slapping you. Leaving you breathless and pushing you to your limits, going wild at the sight of how much you’re enjoying it because of him.

James, in addition to being a very physical man, has also become very vocal over time; he likes to talk to you and praise you. Even though he doesn’t show it, he enjoys being praised in return. Tell him how good he’s doing, how amazing he makes you feel, how beautiful he looks—it drives him even feral. Especially when you call him DADDY—that’s the last straw, the moment he loses all control and literally wrecks you.

He lives to eat you out, any opportunity is a good one for him to spread you wide, face buried between your thighs, growling into your cunt like a beast. Often, you wake up in the morning with him between your legs, eating you like you're his last meal.

And of course he doesn’t care if you have hair— to him, you’re always perfect and irresistible. He preferes natural beauty and body.

After the most intense and wild sex imaginable, he goes back to being the big protective bear he always is. He covers you with kisses and holds you tightly until sleep takes over. He loves feeling the touch of your naked bodies and breathing in your scent throughout the night.

[villainsapologist]

[cuntdestroyer3000]

A Man Like Him

dividers by @kodaswrld

Peter Steele x f!reader

It’s your first time with Peter. You know he’ll take good care of you but you can’t help feeling a little scared. You’ve never been with a man like him.

A/N: size kink because it’s Peter Steele, no physical description of the reader, no use of y/n, smut (that means no minors allowed to read thank you) Peter being cute and romantic

For those unaware he was packing 11 inches

He’s on top of you between your spread legs, caging you in underneath him. He licks into your mouth desperately. His hand is so big it’s wrapped over the top of your head, grasping at you.

It’s hot and primal, your gasps and high pitched moans mix with his deep grunts and growls. Your hands tangle in his long hair, a black curtain that falls all around you; enveloping you in his darkness.

You feel his cock bumping and pressing against you. You once again get hit with the reality of how huge it is. Fear creeps up once again. Peter barely had to do anything to get you soaking wet but you couldn’t help worrying that you wouldn’t be able to take it.

You suck in a deep breath as he moves his mouth to your neck, kissing and licking.

“Peter,” you gasp.

His hand comes up to squeeze one of your breasts, massaging you.

He sucks a mark into your neck harshly. You moan and grab at him, pulling his naked body even closer.

The length of him presses against you, reaching all the way down past your backdoor. You get hit with a wave of equal parts excitement and fear.

Your eyes fly open.

“Peter!” You squeeze his shoulder and he pulls away, leaning over you.

“What is it?” He asks, his deep voice is low and calm. His expression grows more serious and he holds your face in his hand; his palm on your cheek and his fingers reaching up past your hairline.

He runs a thumb over your cheekbone, his eyes softening as they examine you. They drop to your lips and he reaches down and runs his thumb over them next, pulling down your bottom lip a little.

You’re so mesmerized by the sight of him above you that you almost forgot what you needed.

“W-what if it doesn’t fit?” You ask worriedly, your wide eyes gaze up at him, a hint of fear behind them as you look up to him for all the answers.

He gives you a small smirk and his hand moves to cradle your head again. His eyes are full of understanding though, he must be used to women being scared of his size.

He leans down and kisses you softly, then he pulls away to look at you again.

“It’s okay,” He says gently, “I’ll make sure it fits.” His green eyes are full of sincerity.

He said it like it was a promise.

You take a deep breath and nod,

“Okay.” You tried to sound confident but you didn’t.

A few seconds later you speak up again,

“I-“ your face burns and you look down. You feel ridiculous, naive almost. But you’ve never been with a man like Peter before.

“What is it sweetheart?” His voice is so quiet, his accent stretching out the end of the pet name and making your heart swell in your chest.

“I-I’m scared it’s gonna hurt.” You admit, your heart is beating so fast, you almost feel like you’re having sex for the first time again.

“Mm…” he lets out a noise of understanding as he runs his fingertips down your neck and over your collarbone.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” He says it so intently, he gently holds your jaw and turns your head slightly, kissing your temple.

He lets out an exhale charged with lust close to your ear. A chill runs down your back as your nipples harder and your pussy throbs.

“I’m gonna tease you and make you cum over and over…until you’re finally ready to take me.” He whispers.

You moan and let him spread your legs further, his hands gentle where they hold your thighs.

He goes slow, running his fingers through your wet cunt and bringing them up to his mouth, having you watch as he tastes you.

He slips his fingers inside you and then brings them up to your face.

“Here,” He murmurs, “taste yourself.”

You blink at him before opening your mouth for him. His eyes darken as he watches you.

He feasts between your legs until they’re shaking and you’ve forgotten how many times you’ve come. You lose track of how long he teases and pleasures you for.

When it gets to be too much, he moves back up over you and kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You moan together.

You both take a second to catch your breaths before he asks you,

“You think you’re ready?”

“Yeah.” Your voice is small and wrecked. You’re still scared but you feel like you can try to take him, you’re relaxed and dripping, and you want it so bad.

He carefully spreads your legs even wider and lets his cock drag through your lips.

You whine as you feel him slide over you, his length and girth covering your whole pussy.

He holds your body like you’re made of glass as he takes it slow. His deep voice is in your ear, talking you through it as he begins pushing his cock into you slowly.

The stretch is unlike anything you’ve ever had. It hurts a lot, and you tell him as much. But when he tries to pull out of you, you whimper and grab at his huge biceps; begging him to keep going. You can’t bear to just give up, to just have him leave you empty and wanting.

A few tears run down your cheeks and he leans down to kiss them away.

It takes forever. Every time you think you’ve taken all of him, there’s more. He plays with your clit and kisses your neck. You relax more and more until the pain lessens into pleasure. He’s so deep inside of you, you couldn’t believe he even fit.

His lips trail down your neck, his breath making you shiver. He kisses where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Mmm” you sigh and reach up, running your fingers through his hair.

Suddenly he bites down, sinking his teeth into you.

You gasp, crying out a little.

He bites you harder. The pain shoots through your body, lighting you up. It makes you even wetter and you feel him slide in a little deeper.

You moan, digging your nails into his shoulders. He bites down even harder and you cry out in pain, digging your nails in even deeper, slicing into him.

He moans with you still between his teeth, it’s a deep growl and his cock pulses inside of you.

You finally couldn’t take it anymore,

“Mmm Peter.” You whimper, tapping him quickly.

He lets you go, his face still against your neck. He pants heavily, his chest heaving.

Then he pulls away a little, so that his lips ghost over yours, his nose brushing against your cheek.

“Just close your eyes.” He murmurs.

Then he starts fucking you.

-

He's fucking you in a way you’ve never been fucked before. You had never thought sex could ever be like this.

He’s moving his hips, grinding them against you as his cock reaches impossibly deep inside of you.

He has you pinned against the mattress, holding you close and fucking you with ease. He cradles the back of your head, his hand dwarfing you. His other hand is supporting your butt as he leans on his elbow and knees, starting to thrust into you faster.

Your arms and legs are wrapped around him as you let him hold you and fuck you like a doll. You're tucked close to his chest and you moan and arch your back further as he guides your hips on his cock. His breathing is heavy in your ear as the muscles in his arms flex.

You're gasping, placing open-mouthed kisses against his chest, his collarbones, anywhere you can reach; licking him and tasting the saltiness of his sweat.

"Oh, fuck." He groans and sits up, pulling you up with him so that he's sitting back on his heels with you in his lap; still speared on his cock.

You whimper and rest your hands on his broad shoulders, your pussy squeezes him and he lets out a deep, breathy moan.

His hair falls back from his face as he leans his head back to look up at you.

He looks so handsome like this, flushed and sweaty, looking up at you with need in his heavy lidded green eyes.

You run your fingertips lightly over his face as he holds you, over one of his thick eyebrows and down his face, following the curve of his cheekbone. Your fingers trace over his lips, parted as he breathes heavily.

He kisses them. You smile softy and run your fingernails down his scalp. His eyes flutter shut and you lean down to kiss him.

The kiss grows more passionate, more messy, and he begins moving in you again.

He holds you up with one arm, kneeling and leaning his weight on the headboard in order to get leverage. You can't stop the sounds he brings out of you. You hold onto his neck, your nails digging into him once again.

Even after you cum, he doesn't stop. He keeps on hitting that spot inside of you, making your whole body shake with pleasure.

"Gimme one more sweetheart." His voice is a deep whisper, raspy and laced with the strain of holding back his orgasm.

As you cum together, he falls forward. Your back lands on the mattress and his cock slides out of you a few inches. He quickly fixes that however, his hips roll against yours and you feel his hot cum reaching deep inside of you.

You really get to hear him moan now. He’s gasping against your mouth as you lick into his. Your foreheads are pressed together as you both ride the waves of pleasure.

You hold him as he shakes, as he lets out the most beautiful broken moans you've ever heard.

He's never kept it a secret how undone you make him, how much he's at your mercy.

After a few moments, he pulls out of you. Slowly, carefully. You whimper, just now feeling how sore really you are.

His lips are still ghosting over yours. You keep expecting him to be done, to feel the head of his cock sliding out of you, but there’s just so much of him.

Afterwards, you settle into him. He holds you as the two of you lie under the covers, reeling from the high of it all. He had been so deep inside that no cum was even dripping out of you. You smile to yourself; you wouldn't lose a single drop of him.

He sighs and kisses the top of your head, inhaling the smell of your hair.

"Holy fuck." You breathe after a moment of comfortable silence.

His chest moves beneath you as he laughs a bit,

"So I take it that wasn't completely horrible?" His regular self deprecative humor makes you scoff and roll your eyes.

“No, not completely, just a little bit.” You tease.

He just gives you a rare full smile and pulls you closer to him. His huge arms engulf you and he kisses your forehead over and over again.

You just giggle and kiss his chest in return.

All you want is to lie here with him, talk to him about anything and everything until you fall asleep; leaving him to stroke your arms and face gently, to watch you sleep as he listens to the sound of your breathing.

YAYYYY THANKS FOR READING ILY🖤🖤

[melyxssa]

Go Go Dancer - Part 2

part 1 here

warnings: smut, public sex, unprotected sex, fingering

The time passed quickly, James’ big arms stayed wrapped around my waist for the whole night, pulling me closer to him, feeling his warm chest against my back, his heavy breaths and low growls tickling my skin at every movements.

My eyes slowly open, the late day’s light against the walls of the hotel room, giving a cozy ambience. Messed up white bed sheets are covering my naked body, clothes all over the room, my purse half opened on the floor, signs on the wall caused by the headboard smashing on it the night before. I turn on my left side seeing James still asleep on his stomach, keeping an arm under his pillow resting his head on it, while half of his blond hair covers his face. The sheets covering his body’s lowest part, only leaving his back exposed to the sunrays highlighting his toned muscles.

I look at the clock next to the bed: 3pm. My shift starts earlier tonight and I need to be at my place to get ready. I slowly try to shift out of the bed to collect my clothes, suddenly feeling a warm big arm wrapping my waist pulling me back on the mattress.

“Where ya’ goin’?” James’ low and sleepy voice asks me, his eyes still closed.

“I have work tonight James”, I answer him while his grip tensed.

“No ya’ don’t”, he says with a cocky smile. I roll my eyes scoffing at his words.

“Yes I do James, I gotta go.” I try to move away from his arm but he pulls me again closer to him, while his eyes open.

“Stay with me tonight.” His hand moves to my face fixing some hair falling on my eyes.

“What for?” I ask him trying to ignore his intimate touch on my skin.

“I have a show… I want you with me.” I laugh at his words, he doesn’t respond at my reaction, he just stares at me for a few seconds instead. Then he gets up from the bed, revealing his fully naked tall and toned body, before disappearing in the bathroom for about ten minutes, leaving me alone on the bed waiting for him.

What does he really want from me? I mean, he just invited me to go to his concert with him… was this just a simple fuck? Maybe he wants me to be his “personal girl”? My overthinking was filling my head, making me go crazy… maybe he really likes me, and wants to really know me… or maybe not… he doesn’t even really know me at all, he was probably drunk last night, he didn’t really mean those words, and I didn’t blow his mind as he described…

My thoughts got interrupted by the bathroom door opening, revealing James figure coming back into the room, with his shiny body caused of the wetness on his skin, a towel around his waist and another one in his hands while drying his blonde mullet. I observe his movements, the heavy breaths he takes while he quickly rubs his hair removing the water from it, how he throws the white towel on the chair before reaching me, climbing on the bed. His lips move on my exposed bare legs, then he positions himself between them as he keeps kissing my skin, my collarbone, then my neck.

Finally they meet my lips with his “Ya’ slept well?”

He whispers on my mouth, my breath stuck in my throat earring his deep voice vibrating on my soft skin, giving him a “Mh mh” as a respond. James smirks at my meek response, his blue eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and desire as he looms over me on the bed. He leans in closer, his rough, stubble-covered jaw lightly grazing my soft cheek, his warm breath tickling my ear.

"Mhmm, ya' did, didn't ya?" He murmurs huskily, his large hand slowly trailing up my bare thigh, his calloused fingers leaving goosebumps in our wake.

"Ya' got me all worked up Y/N. Hope ya' know what that means, huh?"

His hand reaches up to tuck a damp strand of hair behind my ear, his fingertips lightly brushing against my neck, feeling my pulse quicken at his touch. James chuckles darkly, his voice a low, sensual rumble in his chest.

He captures my lips in a hungry, demanding kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth to claim me, to possess me, leaving me breathless and wanting more. His hands roam my curves greedily, squeezing and caressing, stoking the flames of my desire.

James inhales sharply through his nose as my fingers rake through his damp, tousled hair, my touch sending electric sparks across his sensitive scalp. A low, approving growl rumbles in his chest as I pull him flush against me, our bare skins melting together, the dampness from his shower seeping into the sheets.

His strong arms encircle my waist, crushing my soft curves against the hard planes of his chest and abdomen. His hips grind slowly against mine, the evidence of his erection pressing insistently against my thigh through the thin towel wrapped around his waist.

James' large, calloused hands begin to explore my body with a newfound hunger, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. He squeezes the supple flesh of my hips, my ass, my breasts, his fingertips digging into my soft skin possessively. He nips and sucks at the column of my throat, his stubble rasping against my delicate flesh, no doubt leaving marks of his desire. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down the sharpe curve of my neck, his voice a low, seductive rasp against my ear.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful, it drives me crazy”, then pressing his forehead against mine. I meet his eyes looking at him through my long lashes. His pupils are dilated with desire, the deep cerulean irises swirling with a maelstrom of emotions - lust, possessiveness, adoration, and something more primal, something almost feral.

He reaches up, his rough, calloused fingers tenderly brushing a stray lock of hair from my face, tucking it gently behind my ear. His thumb traces the delicate curve of my cheekbone, the pad of his finger lightly grazing the sensitive skin just below my eye. He leans in closer, until our noses are nearly touching, his breath mingling with mine.

“Stay with me tonight...” he whispers, his warm breath tickling my skin while his his other hand slides down to the small of my back, pressing me even closer, eliminating any remaining space between our bodies. He rolls his hips into mine, the hard, insistent length of him pressing against my core, separated only by the thin, damp fabric of the towel.

“Say yes” he continues, his voice is low, an intimate rasp, a strong tone, meant only for my ears.

“But… I don’t even have my clothes here”, I protest, but of course he couldn’t care less about those words, he suddenly stands up again quickly checking the clock before speaking.

"Come on, I know a place where you can find something to wear." He reaches out a hand to me.

“But-“, he shuts me pulling me, making the sheets falling from my body.

“Get ready” he says spanking my ass.

After we both dressed up, he reaches for my hand grabbing it for the all time while guiding me to his driver’s car to bring us to a store that was not too far away from his hotel, telling him where he wanted to go. After a few minutes of silence in the backseats he leans closer.

“I know the owner” he says smirking.

“Oh yeah? How many girls have you been a stylist for?” I joke laughing while keeping my eyes locked out of the window, feeling him getting closer again.

“Just one”.

The shop had black and pink furnitures inside, dresses, lingeries, heels all off the place. Fortunately for James, not a lot of people were inside, just a few girls running towards the dressing rooms with a bunch of things in their hands. I walk through the shelfs looking around to see if there is something for me and for the night with him.

“I don’t know what I should pick”, my voice trembles a bit, and the embarrassment shows on my cheeks, it has never happened before that a random rockstar pops up in your life during a work night, and suddenly seems to be so obsessed with you.

“Choose a dress, something, for the show tonight.” He steps closer behind me leaning down at my height “Something for your body...” He says in the most sensual voice whispering in my ear. “Try that one” he points at short back dress in the corner of the room.

“For your concert?” I scoff looking around for a second choice.

“Yes, that’s perfect”, he replies proud of his decision.

“It’s literally see-through, James… I use those kind of dresses while I work.” He smirks, a hint of jealously in his eyes.

“You will wear it for me. And you will stay in the backstage and VIP pit anyway, so I can keep an eye on you.” With a wink and loud slap on my ass he goes towards the dress grabbing it, making a hint with his head letting me know to go towards the dressing room.

I enter the small pink and black room, a huge, kind of princess-y mirror hanging on the wall, with a black leather couch right next to it. James reaches over to give me the dress moving even closer, wanting to join me while changing.

“No… you wait here”, my phrase teases him, rolling his eyes he glances at the girls in a few dressing rooms next to mine, grabbing his sunglasses and putting them on.

“Be quick” he says sitting in manspread position right out of the door.

While changing my mind keeps traveling with the most paranoid questions ever, wanting deeply inside of me that this won’t be just a few days’ fling; I heard about him and some girls that he dated before, pretty simple ones, but apparently he didn’t treat them in the best ways possible, like he’s doing with me.

I look at myself in the mirror, the dress highlights every inch of my body, the almost transparent black fabric showing my skin under it, every curve is exposed. Maybe not a dress for a concert but James’ taste ain’t that bad. I unlock the door, showing him how I look.

James stood up from the couch, taking off his sunglasses and looking at me up and down with a satisfied smirk. His blue eyes darkened with lust as they roamed over my curves, the transparent black fabric leave little to no imagination. He lets out a low whistle of approval.

"Fuck, you look... incredible", James growls, his voice husky with desire. He steps closer, reaching out to trail a finger along my exposed collarbone, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

"I knew that dress would be perfect on you."

James's gaze lingers on my cleavage, the swell of my breasts threatening to spill out of the low cut dress. He swallows hard, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. When his eyes finally meet mine, they’re filled with a fierce, almost possessive intensity.

His hand sliding down to rest on the small of my back. He pulls me flush against him, letting me feel the hardness in his ripped jeans.

"You’re gonna drive me crazy tonight."

James leans in, his stubble brushing against my cheek as he nuzzled into my neck. I could feel his breath hot on my skin as he inhaled my scent, a low groan rumbling in his chest. His voice a dark promise against my ear.

"I'm not letting you out of my sight, I want to look at you while I'm on stage."

With that, he captures my lips in a searing kiss, his mustache tickling my skin as he plundered my mouth with his tongue, without bothering of the girls a few meters away from us; I break the kiss looking at them with a side eye.

“James…”, my voice almost a whisper against James’ wet lips. He follows my sight, he pushes me back inside the dressing room, James kicks the door shut behind him, pinning me against the pink and black striped wall of the cramped dressing room. His large frame engulfs me, one hand gripping my hip possessively while the other cups my jaw, tilting my face up towards his.

"Fuck, I can't control myself around you." James growled, his voice ragged with lust. He crashed his lips against mine in a bruising kiss, his mustache scratching again my skin as he licked into my mouth, his tongue dominating mine.

His hand slides from my hip to grope my ass, squeezing the flesh hard as he ground his denim-clad erection against my core. He swallows my whimper, deepening the kiss with a low groan.

Breaking away, James attacks my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, no doubt leaving marks.

"You taste even better than you look", he pants against my throat, his hot breath making my skin prickle.

His fingers found the zipper of my dress, tugging it down in one swift motion. The flimsy fabric slipped off my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me in just my panties. James drank in the sight of my naked body, his eyes dark and hungry.

"I fucking want ya’”, his voice a sinful rasp. His hand slid up my thigh, his fingers brushing teasingly against my clothed pussy, making me escape a low moan.

“I need to feel you again Y/N”, he says capturing my gasps kissing my lips as his hands fumbled with his belt buckle. He broke away just long enough to yank the leather strap through the loop, the sound echoing loudly in the small dressing room.

His jeans were already unbuttoned, his erect cock straining against the denim, the outline clearly visible. He grabbed my thighs, hoisting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist as he pinned me harder against the wall. The rough bricked wall scraped against my bare back, a contrast to the heat of his body.

James's calloused fingers slid under my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh as he ground his cock against my lace-covered cunt. The thin fabric dampened with my arousal, clinging to your swollen folds.

My overthink keeps haunting my mind, a thousands of questions pop up while he claims me, and he surely notices it. His grip tightening on my ass.

"Tell me you want it too Y/N, tell me that you want me as much as I want you.” He says desperately and breathless.

“James I…” I can’t even find the right words.

“I want you Y/N, I want you in my life, you fucking blew my mind, and you keep doing it” he keeps kissing me while saying those words. “Admit that you want me too.”

Now his eyes lock with mine, a hand shifts on my face positioning some hair behind my ear before whispering again.

“Say it…” I bite my lip, not knowing what to say

“James… I had a thousand of man saying this, I don’t want to be your groupie for a few days, just for you to play me or something.”

He shuts my mouth caressing my lips with his thumb.

“Y/N please, I’m not fucking play with ya’, I’m dead serious… tell me you’ll give me a chance” his touch still on my lip that belied the intensity of his gaze. “Say you want me too…”

James’ voice echoes in my head for a second, my voice stuck before finding a way out.

“I do…” he smiles at me.

“That’s my good girl” he whispers on my lips. Without warning, he ripped my flimsy lace panties clean off, the scrap of fabric fluttering to the floor. His calloused fingers found my slick folds, stroking through my wetness before pushing two thick digits knuckle-deep into my aching core, he pumped his fingers in and out of my clenching heat, his thumb circling my clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves, making me moan on his lips while his tongue keeps pushing inside my mouth.

With his free hand, James fumbled with the button of his jeans, finally freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang out, long and thick, the swollen head already weeping with pre-cum. He stroked himself a few times, spreading the slick fluid along his impressive length, positioning his cock at my entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me, stretching me around his thick girth, my legs tighten around his waist at every strong thrust inside me.

"Fuck!" James roared, his head falling back as my walls clenched down on him like a vice. He started to move, his hips snapping forward as he fucked into me with deep, powerful strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the small room, mingling with my wanton moans. He keeps pushing harder and harder, slamming my back again the wall, know probably all the store knows what is happening. He keeps on going, now faster, wanting to reach his release, grabbing my ass even harder and sinking his fingertips in its flesh, while his mouth keeps eating my neck, making me feel his growls and deep moans.

“I’m gonna cum... fuck”, his deep voice makes me gasp, it makes me go crazy, it feels like to be in one of his lyrics, surrounded by the melody of his dark and deep tone.

James's body tenses up, his fingers digging into my soft skin as he slammed into me one last time. A guttural roar tore from his throat as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside me, painting my walls with thick ropes of his warm seed.

"Fuck, Y/N!" James bellowed, his voice echoing off the dressing room walls as he found his release. His hips jerked and stuttered, grinding against mine as he emptied himself deep inside my spasming cunt.

My pussy clenches and flutters around his shaft, milking every last drop of his cum. James's head fell forward, his forehead resting against mine as he caught his breath. His chest heaved, his sweat-slicked skin glistening in the dim light. James's hand slid up my side, cupping my face, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. He captured my mouth in a slow, deep kiss, a stark contrast to the rough fucking of moments before.

When he finally broke away, James's eyes met mine, his gaze intense and sated. A small, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Let’s go, grab the dress. We gotta get ready for the show”, he winks at me before getting out of the dressing room, all the girls there looking at him giggling and whispering things.

The night came quickly, and as we arrive James leads me through the bustling backstage area of the venue. He kept me close, one arm wrapped possessively around my waist, as if he was afraid I might disappear in the sea of people milling about. Nervously walking with him, I try to avoid the fact that all the staff was looking at us, past roadies hurrying with equipment and groupies lounging on couches, waiting for their chance with the band. He ignores everyone, but kept me moving towards the private lounge reserved for Metallica, finding the guys getting ready for the show.

I was disoriented in here, feeling like I’m living every girl’s dream, after quitting a job that was gonna ruin me on the long run, thanks to a rockstar that I barely even know, but that feels like the most passionate and amazing man that I have ever met in my entire life.

The men’s eyes analyze my figure standing there in their private room.

“Meet Y/N”, James says reaching for a beer can on the table.

“Yeah, the stripper! We already know her man, you talked about her for the all day after the night at the club”, Lars says jokingly.

“Watch it, dick”, James’ voice makes Lars’ cocky smile fade away. “I mean it.” He continues while keep looking at the drummer.

“You know Y/N, you are the reason that James wanted to add some last minute dates here in New York”, Kirk’s sweet voice breaks the tension between the others, making me blush at his admission.

“Two minutes on stage” a random man enters the room to inform them, they all grab their instruments quickly and get out of the room.

“Come on”, James grabs my hand guiding me towards the VIP pit, before kissing me.

“God, you are gorgeous”, he says in his deep warm tone. “I’ll watch you from up there, wait for me.”

And with a last wink, he runs on stage with his guitar, reaching for his bandmates, and with a nod to each other, they launched into their first song. The crowd erupted, a tidal wave of sound crashing over the stage.

James was a different man out here, his confidence and charisma were amplified under the hot lights. He worked the crowd like a seasoned pro, his voice raw and powerful as he belted out the lyrics. His fingers flew over the guitar strings, the heavy metal riff reverberating through my bones. As the song reached its crescendo, James turned to look at me, his eyes locking with mine, making all the overthinking fade away.

-mel

[villainsapologist]

the way how i love joel miller you would think that he’s a real person that I know personally.

[gearsofwaar]

hi!! Your 90’s James fic was soo good can i request another??

maybe the reader is riding James thigh with no clothes while he’s fully dressed and he’s teasing her to hurry up because he has to leave for practice with the band?

Thank you!

The sunlight barely filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks over the rumpled bed and the man standing beside it. James was half-dressed, tight black jeans clinging to his thighs, boots already on, and his shirt slung over one shoulder. His guitar—already packed and waiting—leaned beside the door, a quiet reminder of how late he already was. He was zipping up his jeans with one hand, brow furrowed, his other hand shoving through sleep-tangled hair that had only barely been brushed out in his morning rush.

“Just a quickie, please? You’ll be gone all day… I need something,” she said from the bed, voice syrupy and needy, that particular whine that always made him twitch.

He didn’t even look back at first, just let out a long exhale through his nose. “You’re a real fuckin’ pain sometimes, y’know that sweetheart?”

But when he did glance back—Jesus.

She’d asked more than once—maybe three times by now—and her patience was wearing thin, hanging by a thread. Perched on the bed with her hands behind her, bracing her weight, she looked like temptation incarnate. The shirt she wore was snug across her chest and clung a little tighter around her waist, riding up to show a sliver of skin above her panties. Her thighs glowed in the sunlight that peeked into the room, her hair was still frizzy from sleep, strands around her face. Her eyes were half-lidded, soft with the haze of just waking up. Her lip was caught between her teeth, chest rising with uneven breaths. Waiting with quiet, burning anticipation. Her head tilted ever so slightly, her eyes never leaving him, tracking each twitch of muscle, each breath he took, her entire body stretched in silent plea.

The moment his eyes locked with hers, he felt it—heat coiling low in his stomach, his cock already chubbing up behind the zipper of his jeans. That needy fucking face of hers, those soft, swollen lips, the pleading look in her eyes. Christ.

James dragged a hand down his face, jaw tightening. “Quit fuckin’ lookin’ at me like that,” voice rough and strained.

She giggled, like she didn’t know exactly what she was doing. He rolled his eyes but was already moving—stalking across the room, grabbing her up with two firm hands.

“You wanna cum, baby?” he asked, tone low and teasing, dragging her up by her arm, close enough that his chest brushed hers. His hand slid up to cup her jaw for a second, thumb brushing along her cheekbone like he was still trying to decide if he’d actually give in. Then it trailed down—slow, deliberate—dragging over her throat, down her chest, pausing at her belly before slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.

His fingers met her slick heat, stroking lazily through it, back and forth with practiced ease. He circled her clit with barely-there pressure, just enough to make her squirm. “You want me to take care of your whiny little ass and make myself even more late?” he murmured, voice rough, his breath warm against her cheek as his fingers worked her slowly.

She took a sharp breath in, her chest rising as her lips parted with a soft, needy moan. Her smile faded, replaced by something lazier, heavier. Her eyes fluttered half-lidded, a dazed look washing over her face as she nodded slowly, fingers curling around his forearm for balance. The heat of his hand inside her panties had her hips squirming instinctively, barely able to keep still. James chuckled darkly, low in his throat, watching the way her body reacted without hesitation.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he muttered.

Then he pulled his hand free and gave her ass a sharp smack, hard enough to make her jolt and gasp. 

He guided her by the hips to stand in front of him, now sitting on the edge of the bed and his eyes raking over every inch of her with open hunger.

“Strip. Now.”

Her breath hitched, the flush across her chest deepening. She complied embarrassingly fast, yanking the shirt over her head and letting it fall to the floor without ceremony, panties following in a rush as she stood bare before him—heart pounding, eyes wide, and skin prickled with heat.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, running both hands over her soft curves, feeling every inch he’d missed during sleep. He gripped her hips tight and lifted her like she weighed nothing, setting her down over one of his thighs.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he growled. “You made this mess. Better use it.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Her left knee landed beside his thick thigh, while her right slipped between his legs—pressing up right against the bulge in his jeans. She could feel how hard he already was, thick and straining beneath the denim, twitching slightly where it throbbed against her kneecap. A shiver ran through her at the contact, heat curling low in her belly.

Grinding down, she let out a soft, needy whimper as the rough fabric met her soaked cunt. Her slick smeared across his jeans instantly, darkening the material, and the friction was overwhelming—raw and delicious, dragging over her clit with maddening pressure, every pass shooting sparks up her spine.

“F-fuck,” she whimpered, hips jerking, trying to ride it out anyway, even as her eyes began to water from the overwhelming sensation. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the meat of his arms, needing something to hold onto as her hips rocked against him.

“S’too much, James,” she breathed out, voice cracking, her rhythm faltering as her hips slowed involuntarily.

James’ eyes narrowed, jaw ticking. “Oh no you don’t,” he muttered. His grip on her hips turned harsh again, his fingers digging into her skin. “You wanted this, remember?”

She blinked at him, lip quivering, but he wasn’t having it.

“You think I got time for your bratty little games? If you wanna cum, you do it my fuckin’ way,” he snapped, frustration laced with arousal.

He yanked her down harder, grinding her soaked cunt against the firm muscle of his thigh, denim dark with her slick. “Now move,” he growled. “Earn it.”

She gasped, head falling back, eyes squeezed shut as a moan-whine slipped from her parted lips, “James!” her voice high and desperate. James kept moving her against his thigh with bruising force, the friction relentless, her pussy so soaked it was visibly staining the black denim dark.

James saw all of it.

And just like that, the harshness ebbed. His hands softened slightly, a low groan leaving him as he leaned closer. “That’s it, baby. My good fuckin’ girl,” he murmured, voice dropping into something sweeter.

He started to let go of her hips—but only barely, testing. “Keep goin’ like that, and I’ll let go. You keep movin’, yeah?”

She nodded frantically, eager to obey, eager to be good.

“There she is,” he cooed, smirking, one hand reaching up to pinch her cheek. “You’re just too fuckin’ cute sometimes.”

Then his eyes dropped—finally, fully—to where she was grinding so obediently against him. Her pussy gleamed with slick, gliding perfectly over his thigh. Her breasts bounced with every rock, flushed and tight.

He ducked his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand found the other, fingers twisting and flicking at the sensitive bud. His thigh started to bob beneath her, up and down in a steady rhythm that had her stuttering, gasping as the new movement sent sharper jolts of pleasure through her soaked cunt.

"C'mon baby, get close for me," he coaxed, voice rough and low, hungry.

His right hand never stopped toying with her nipple, but with his left now free, he gave in to the aching pressure between his own legs. He was so hard it hurt, pre-cum soaking into the fabric of his boxers, the thick outline of his cock pressing against his zipper. With a low groan, he popped the button of his jeans open and slipped his hand inside, curling his fingers around his cock and stroking with a rough, desperate pace.

"God—shit!" he hissed through his teeth, jerking himself off with a fast, desperate rhythm. The view in front of him was too good, too fucking perfect for him to hold back. Her slick cunt grinding down on his thigh, her flushed face, that needy little whimper—it was all too much.

Each sound she made pushed him closer to the edge, the slick sounds of her cunt and the way she trembled under his touch driving him insane. "You're so good for me, baby," he groaned, voice raw. "Fuck, it hurts how good you are."

"You look so fuckin' good, baby. Gonna cum just like this? fuckin' soaked and moaning just for me? " he groaned, pumping harder, eager to feel something—anything—close to the relief he needed.

His right hand left her breast and came up to her face, fingers gripping her jaw just firm enough to tilt her head and make her look at him. Her eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused, lips parted as she let out a whimper.

"Look at me," James rasped, stroking his cock faster with his left hand. "You gettin' close, baby? Huh?"

She nodded, her movements shaky but insistent, her voice catching as she panted, "Mhmm... so close, James—s-so close."

"Yeah, you are," he muttered, half to himself, half to her, his thumb brushing across her cheek. He made her nod again, his hand guiding her jaw in a small motion until she was doing it on her own—eager, breathless, desperate to be good for him.

"That's it, baby. Keep goin'. Let me see you fall apart with me," he breathed, voice ragged.

He pulled her closer, their mouths crashing together in a sloppy, breathless kiss—tongues messy, lips slick. His hand on his cock stuttered, grip tightening as his abdomen clenched. Her hips rocked harder, matching his urgency.

"Cum with me, sweetheart," he groaned into her mouth. "Fuck, I'm right there—need you to let go with me."

Her body trembled, grinding harder as her moans pitched higher, sharp little cries spilling from her lips. Her climax hit in waves—hips bucking, thighs shaking, cunt clenching around nothing but desperate friction. A choked sob left her throat, pleasure ripping through her as she clung to him, tears threatening to spill.

James let out a broken moan, thick spurts of cum spilling hot and fast into his fist, so much more than usual—like his body had been holding back just for this. It coated his hand, warm and messy, some of it dripping over his knuckles and down to the waistband of his jeans. His head dropped to the crook of her neck, mouth open against her damp skin as his hips stuttered in aftershocks and his breath caught in a series of ragged gasps. He stayed like that, trembling against her, buried in the scent of her hair and the dizzying closeness of her body. When he finally pulled himself back, groggy and absolutely wrecked, she let out a breathless, dazed laugh, one hand cupping his cheek while the other reached up to gently fix his hair, murmuring something about how they hadn’t even fucked yet and he already looked ruined.

Leaning into her touch with a dazed little hum, lips curling in something soft and dumbly satisfied. His gaze found hers again—warm, admiring, completely taken. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, their eyes locked in quiet, breathless awe. He leaned in for another kiss, deeper this time, bordering on something greedy, as if they were about to tumble into another round—until she pulled back just slightly, lips still brushing his.

"James... your band practice, remember?"

His brain stuttered back to life, clarity hitting like a slap. He blinked, then groaned, head turning to glance at the clock on the nightstand.

"Ah, shit..." he muttered, seeing the time—almost an hour late now.

She giggled, twirling his hair between her fingers.

i feel like a dried bug on side of road..everyone ignore me ok…will get up soon…

[villainsapologist]

good morning

it’s 6pm

[wizard-on-whales]

James with a gretsch James with a gretsch James with a gretsch James with a gretsch James with a gretsch James with a gretsch. My roman empire.

The fact that he's so massive that he makes that guitar look regular sized is 😩😫. The White falcon is literally HUGE.

Like bro...it's literally as big as them but James makes it look normal

[villainsapologist]

as a sanrio girly I am so so SO excited for the part 2 of James and his hello kitty obsessed girlfriend!!!!!!!!

Yes I haven’t forgotten

[love-lettres]

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[wizard-on-whales]

I feel like old James is just as much, if not more of a freak now than when he was younger. Imagine being that man's wife, goddamn...if your his age and long past menopause or maybe you were just young and infertile or had an early hysterectomy, bro would still try his fucking hardest to put a baby in you.

You're just minding your own business baking cookies in the kitchen when all of the sudden his hands have a full grip on your ass, giving your cheeks a nice squeeze, his face shoved into your neck as he very aggressively inhales the smell of your perfume and he just goes

"Oh God...I wish I could still get you pregnant," In literally the most desperate and horny voice possible.

The cookies end up burnt because he had you bent over the counter while they were in the oven and you forgot about them 😿

You can't look at me and tell me that this isn't the face of a complete freak. FREAK 🫵🏻

[dumbgf111]

James just know I have no gag reflex lol😊

[villainsapologist]

Guys I can’t write underaged nsfw. The guys have to be 18+ in your requests 🙂